I pressed on the lone peppercorn. Its shell gave. Its essence released with a cloud and a scent. I watched it in the sunlight on the granite counter. Ethereal, it dissipated into nothingness, a drop into the air current, partly absorbed into my nostrils and the rest dispersed into God-knows-where. How silly that I would create this narrative. How silly that I would project humanity on a peppercorn. Yet, I looked upon the pepper-grinder with a shudder.